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So, last weekend was Scotty's birthday and the Sleepless Night event. My first bad omen was that I left my camera at my Mom's house and therefore have no photographic evidence from the weekend. (At least not taken by me). I think this is a good thing.

Our friend, Raul, made a great buffet ... Grilled Chicken Skewers with peanut sauce, Churrasco steak with chimichurri on French bread tips, pasta salad with balsamic vinaigrette, Jalapeno stuffed with bacon and cheese, beef sliders with a mayo/basil sauce and a thick chocolate bundt cake .... all made with the assisting and serving hands of Mr. S, Larry and myself. I also helped Mr. S blow up many, many green and white balloons to fill the ceiling of the bar.

First. I love my friends and I am always offering to help, but I was "reeled" in this time. I did have a great night with Scotty, but ended up missing all the Sleepless Night events I had marked on my schedule to attend. (Note: I closed Twist at Yves bar at 7:30 AM and spent all day Sunday indoors with the shades drawn.)

Now to Monday:

Mr. S. worked and I cleaned the apartment and ran errands in the morning and early afternoon. I then met him at Twist before we went home. Scotty came in and asked Mr. S if I could help him and he said "yes". (Note: always find out what you are agreeing to before answering for someone else.)

SOOOOOO. I was to help Scotty move all his stuff out of one apartment and move to another (not that many things). We enlisted Raul to help for the main part of loading the car and off we went.

Upon arriving at the new apartment. Scott told me his roommate had I cat. I asked "What kind is it?". He said "I think its a black one". We looked and did not see it. When we were bringing up the second load, I saw a cat by the side of the building ... thought nothing of it for a bit. (We still did not see the cat inside the apartment.) After bringing in the last load into the apartment, we again searched for the missing pussy ... did not locate. We must find the cat!!! Outside by the steps was the pretty smokey black cat. It was caught and we took it in and let it loose and closed the doors.

I went home and about an hour later I get a call from Scott saying he had just picked up his roommate and told him the story. The roommate said "I don't have a black cat, I have a calico!"

(The calico was hiding in the apartment and the smokey black one ran out and all of us had a good laugh.)

Next up this week: Fetish the 13th Party at Twist. (I have already lent some gear out to Yves and Mr S and I will choose what we will wear during the week .... and this time there will be photographic evidence!)